Happy day after Christmas!

So me and this computer just don’t sync sometimes.  The damn thing decided it needed to eat all of the words I just typed.  Poof.  Gone.  Vanished.  Simply left without a trace.  Whatever.  There’s two ways to skin a duck, right?  God what a pathetic expression.

In other news, I just fired off an email to UPS to let them know how much I appreciate them.  Seems they’re in a bit of hot water for failed deliveries and such.  What is with the blame game in this world?????  Now, don’t get me wrong.  If there were some children that didn’t get what Santa was supposed to deliver under their tree Christmas morn or in their stocking, well, then that’s too bad.  But seriously folks.  Ranting and raving and lunatically blaming UPS or FedEx is, well, infantile, immature, asinine, just plain tacky (running out of adjectives and I’m too lazy to get up and go get the thesauraus).  Instead, perhaps these people should be berating themselves for leaving things to the last minute and then assuming, yes that’s ASSUMING, that everything is going to work out exactly as they planned it.  Newsflash.  Life isn’t like that.  It is full of disappointments and problems.  Period.  It just is.  The trick is in learning to accept life on life’s terms and not feeling like the world is going to end just because things aren’t going the way you planned.  Sometimes, things just happen.  Like say, Mother Nature decides to throw down some fluffy white flakes, a few chips of ice and some westerly (or were they easterly) breezes.  Not nothin’ can be done about that.  Except, maybe, perhaps, possibly…planning ahead for something like that and ordering your Santa packages early.  Going on the assumption that possibly things might not go exactly as you plan.  I just think it’s unfortunate that UPS and FedEx are getting blamed for circumstances that perhaps, just maybe, possibly, might not have been under their control.  I’m just sayin’.  (And that drives the husband nuts…when I ‘just say’.  tee hee hee)  We love our UPS driver (yea Kurt!!).  And considering that we live “on the side of a mountain in the middle of nowhere” as the daughter tells anyone who asks her where she lives, I know of what I speak when I talk about delivery of packages.

Ahhh….so add that to the daily gratitude list.  We got everything we needed when we needed it and Santa was able to deliver Grover to the hearth.  Yes, Grover.  Don’t ask me where this came from.  I have no earthly idea, but about six weeks ago he appeared on the very top of the Santa letter and held that billing up until Christmas Eve bedtime.  Thank the lord for amazon.  You can find ANYTHING at amazon.  I love those guys too.  (No, I get no kickbacks from them for shamelessly promoting their website, just like I get nothing from promoting Green Beans Coffee and A Cup of Joe for a Joe).  Remember them…www.greanbeanscoffee.com.

Have a lovely day.

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). Now I just get pleasure out of swimming against the stream and ruffling a few feathers here in the wild west state of Wyoming!
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